Frank checks on Vanessa

Brittany and Frank nuzzled and cuddled on the couch, the girl still quivering with the aftershocks of orgasm. Her face shone with adoration as she looked at Frank, her slender fingers stroking his face as she kissed him lovingly.

"You make me feel so...incredible..." she sighed. "You're wonderful..."

"You're pretty spectacular yourself," Frank chuckled, kissing her pretty face and stroking his strong hands down her body. "Why don't you take your stuff to the bedroom? I'll check on the bitch downstairs and make sure she's going to be ok, and I'll join you soon."

Brittany looked worried, biting her lip and touching Frank's face gently. "Are you sure it's ok to leave her in that cage?"

"She'll be fine. She's probably excited as hell by it. Vanessa is a mess. She's cheating on her husband, and she wants him to punish her for it, but he doesn't so she comes here for punishment. To the guy she's cheating on her husband with. Don't try to understand her, I don't. I just spank her and fuck her and that seems to work for everybody."

"Alright..." Brittany said softly, still looking a bit doubtful but snuggling into Frank's arms. "Are you going to fuck me again tonight?"

"When I've had a chance to recover," he chuckled, helping her to her feet. "And tomorrow morning I'm gonna wear your little pussy out."

"Oh goody! That's what I wanted to hear!" she giggled, scampering away to gather her things.

Frank smiled after her, then filled a jug with fresh water, dosing it with the ****, and headed to the basement to check on Vanessa. He found her still huddled and forlorn in the cage, and it looked like she had eaten a few crackers. She looked at him with ****, needy eyes but stayed silent as he stood looking down on her.

"I brought you fresh water," he smiled, pouring her bowl full.

"C...can't I have a glass...." she whimpered.

"Bitches drink out of bowls. Cheating bitches who don't know when to leave get put in cages. This is what you deserve."

"I..I..know I'm a bad wife...I'm so sorry...I...I deserve what I get...I'm a whore..."

"A filthy depraved whore."

"Yesss...." she moaned, reaching between her thighs and starting to rock against her fingers. "A dirty whore."

"I'm going to use you for what you're good for. Sell you off, let men fuck your slutty holes."

"Oh God! It's what I deserve! Used by men! Sold...." she looked up at him needily. "Will you fuck me too...I need your fat cock...filling my holes...punishing me...teaching me..."

"If you earn it. Get some sleep. You're going to need it," he sneered as he left her, hearing the sounds of her moaning and gasping as she masturbated frantically.